The Beauty of the Falls

Clutching tight onto the frosty metal rail,
Running down the last flight of stairs,
Skipping two or a few, 
Breath held in anticipation,
Water thundering down the cliff,
Its roar louder than a thousand lions,
What majestic sight waits below?

Quickly picking through the slimy rocks,
Finally reaching the spectacular falls,
Water splashes into my eyes,
My vision blurs, but I can still see.
Water gracefully flowing down the cliff,
Pooling down below in a foamy heap,
Gracefully making its way down the stream.

Dashing to the water's edge,
Untying my shoelaces and ripping off my socks,
Plunging my feet into the stream,
Frigid water coats my warm feet like an icy blanket,
Could I spend the rest of my life in this blissful peace?
Yes!